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Took off two hours early from work today (and 1 hour after everybody else had split -- those that came in at all anyway. When will I learn?) to run a few pre-holiday errands and ended up with three new books to read:
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, by Stieg Larsson. I'm told this book can be something of a chore for American readers, Swedish thought patterns apparently being different from those Americans develop growing up. At over 600 pages long, I expect I'll either get used to it or develop a nose bleed.
Naughty in Nice, by Rhys Bowen. The latest in the Royal Spyness mysteries, it took three months for my turn to come up to borrow this from the library. Goodness knows I love the series -- it's the perfect fluff read -- but I had no idea it was so generally popular. In this one the young Lady Georgie, tho penniless, has wound up abroad, playing the casinos. I'm going to enjoy finding out how that happened.
The Mouse and His Child, by Russell Hoban. I reserved this one from the library the day I found out Russell Hoban had died. I knew his reputation but had never read any of this books and it seemed like high time. I went looking for his science fiction masterpiece, Riddley Walker, but couldn't find it in either libraries or bookstores. I could order a copy from Barnes & Noble, but they started at $90 and then got more expensive. I may be a bibliomaniac, but I'm not that much of a bibliomaniac; besides, I know I can find a decently priced used copy with a little more looking. Whenever I get around to it. In the meantime, The Mouse and His Child is Hoban's best known and regarded children's book (which is saying something as he wrote quite a lot of children's books) and I do have a fondness for a well-written children's book. Just don't expect me to read Harry Potter.
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, by Stieg Larsson. I'm told this book can be something of a chore for American readers, Swedish thought patterns apparently being different from those Americans develop growing up. At over 600 pages long, I expect I'll either get used to it or develop a nose bleed.
Naughty in Nice, by Rhys Bowen. The latest in the Royal Spyness mysteries, it took three months for my turn to come up to borrow this from the library. Goodness knows I love the series -- it's the perfect fluff read -- but I had no idea it was so generally popular. In this one the young Lady Georgie, tho penniless, has wound up abroad, playing the casinos. I'm going to enjoy finding out how that happened.
The Mouse and His Child, by Russell Hoban. I reserved this one from the library the day I found out Russell Hoban had died. I knew his reputation but had never read any of this books and it seemed like high time. I went looking for his science fiction masterpiece, Riddley Walker, but couldn't find it in either libraries or bookstores. I could order a copy from Barnes & Noble, but they started at $90 and then got more expensive. I may be a bibliomaniac, but I'm not that much of a bibliomaniac; besides, I know I can find a decently priced used copy with a little more looking. Whenever I get around to it. In the meantime, The Mouse and His Child is Hoban's best known and regarded children's book (which is saying something as he wrote quite a lot of children's books) and I do have a fondness for a well-written children's book. Just don't expect me to read Harry Potter.
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